No…oh god, Scott, no.
“Oh my god,” I said.
Chelsea turned around and smiled as her eyes caught mine. “Oh, hey there, Jess! You weren’t around, so I filled in for you.”
“You f**king bitch!” I shouted before I slammed the door shut.
I heard a male voice call out after me, but I just ran as fast as I could.
I need to get out of this house right now.
I ran out to my car. I jumped in, started it, and sped away. I began crying so hard that I could hardly see enough to drive.
After wiping away my tears, I slammed my hand on the steering wheel as I cried out, “How? How could I be so stupid? Why, God, why? Why would you do this to me again?”
I’ll never, ever again trust my heart to anyone…especially Scott Reynolds.